Chapter 1385: Last battle

Chapter 1385: The Last Battle
"That being the case, then the finals will begin immediately and the two will come to power."
The old man of Hefa Tongyan took a deep look at reincarnation and glanced after killing the head of the Shenfu, and then said aloud again, announcing the start of the last final of the new big comparison.
"Windy boy."
When Feng Hao was about to step on the stage, Long Yueguan yelled, and fluttered at him suddenly, avoiding Long Yue Guan's bear hug, and looked at him with some anger.
"Wind boy, you must win the championship. My old dragon ’s life is in your hands. If you lose, then my old dragon is alive and it will be boring. I got hit and died here."
Longyueguan had tears in his eyes, and said something choked, but the tears couldn't fall, and the tears on his face were also invisible and messy.
"Uncle is so stinky, he's still drooling at this age ..."
Xiao Qingmeng, held by Liu Canyan, shaved his face, revealed the truth, and looked at the funny appearance of Long Yueguan. Many people laughed, but they didn't understand why he was so.
It stands to reason that Feng Hao cannot win the championship, so what does he do.
"I try my best."
Feng Hao glanced at him helplessly, and threw a note of consolation at Qiong Linger's daughters, just grabbing his figure and floating on the ring.
When both were on the ring, the noise of the audience gradually quieted down, and around, only the whining wind sounded.
"Farewell to the tomb. I didn't expect to see Brother Yingying here."
Feng Hao didn't show hostility. On the contrary, it was even more like talking with friends and talking.
The afterimage at that time was weird and powerful. It was rumored to have defeated many missions of the Holy Child. At that time, Feng Hao was also extremely impressed. However, the afterimage at that time should be in a kind of The state of self-seal is not as powerful as it is now.
Until now, in fact, Feng Hao still didn't understand how Ying Ying was doing.
With his strength, why would he provocate those saints.
On the Tianwu continent, the holy children are absolutely powerful and definitely the strongest of the younger generation.
However, no one can get into the eyes of this Shura god.
Can not find the answer, Feng Hao can only attribute it to, this is a weird person.
It was also because in the contest with Yan Qing that there was room for him to stay, and in the end he did not take the opportunity to kill, so Feng Hao also had some favors for him.
The people of Shura House, that is a beast with a lurking head, are powerful, but low-key, and when necessary, give the enemy a fatal blow.
This analogy is quite appropriate.
"Ok."
The afterimage nodded slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, and he could see that he didn't usually talk much, and his character was a bit lonely.
He was also very surprised. He didn't expect that he was weak and frightened at all. He could not stand with him today on the platform.
"I'll be offended a lot later, Brother Yingying, don't look outside."
After Feng Hao smiled slightly, the light of the eyes also condensed. The originally dark pupils slowly turned into a red color.
Suddenly, the breath on his body was changed from bland to violent, and the aggressive warfare rushed to make him look like a fierce in ancient times.
The afterimage didn't say much. A pair of eyes like eyes flashed like crystal-like luster. A red hair draped behind them. It was irritating and frightening. The surrounding sky was dyed red, like blood. Like, he is set against a Hell Shura.
"Ah."
Feng Hao burst into a slam, and stepped under his feet, and the space was broken like glass, with humanized afterimages, rushing towards the afterimages, with a rolling momentum like a thunder, and lifted the silver-white arc The fist fell to the past, and along the way, he removed a scary black trace.
"Sky magic fist."
A shadow of flashing red light flashed in the eyes of the residual shadow, raising his fist, with blood energy burning like a flame, directly resisted.
"Well, ..."
The two fists slammed into each other violently, making a deafening blast, the wind whizzed, and the force broke apart. Feng Hao was rushed away nearly two meters away, and the afterimage was just shaking and fading Just half a step.
This half step of retreating and retreating is still because of the energy component of the day penalty, which makes the residual image unexpected, and suffers a small loss.
"Strange, why the fictitious martial arts is not restless."
Feeling the unusual blood energy, Feng Hao flashed such a thought in his mind, even if he raised his fist again and rushed up, like a fierce beast, attacked his prey.
This incident made him really want to understand why he would be restless when encountering Leng Yusen Xuwu.
If it is restless, perhaps, there is still a big chance of winning this game.
"It's over. The wind boy isn't the guy's opponent at all. It's over. It's not saved ..."
Seen on the platform, Feng Hao, who was continuously being receded by the afterglow, was sitting on the ground with a long buttock, and silently murmured in the mouth. The pair of pupils revealed a look of terror. The body was covered with goosebumps, and it was cold, and shivered.
No one understood, and no one bothered him at this time, but only those who could understand him were Qiong Linger and others.
"Boom."
In a blast, Feng Hao was directly tossed away, and the afterimage also took five or six big steps backwards.
"Good, sure enough, he is even better than Supreme Pluto."
Feng Hao forcibly suppressed the rolling qi and blood, and in the crimson and irritable eyes, calmness and prudence appeared strangely.
"Damn it."
Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Hao used the power of virtual martial arts, the power of warfare, and the energy of day punishment to condense into a black giant sword. Suddenly, the breath of shock and the space were broken.
"Sura kills."
The residual image was flipped by one hand, and a red sword was condensed on the palm of his hand.
"Atlantic Skywalking."
However, Feng Hao did not confront him directly, and when he stepped down, he disappeared directly on the ring. If it turned into a breeze, it disappeared without a trace.
"what happened."
Many people were amazed and wondered what was happening.
A living person disappeared so strangely, it was puzzling.
"Did he also practice occult techniques?"
Someone doubted and issued his own question.
After all, the hidden technique of samsara is so thorough, it disappears cleanly, and no breath is left.
The afterimage, however, was only a little stunned, and immediately became more vigilant. On his body, he climbed directly onto a layer of bright red armor,
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